a study toward sonnet #1,222 by FisherKingKQJ
You looked down, lovely lips drawn in as slits
While I spoke the word known elsewhere as marriage,
Your furrowed brow on verge of spastic fits
Weighed on my sixth sense that you'd disparage.
On your lips my finger forced miscarriage
Of justice silent, slammed a duel by wits;
Each moment cloaked soft in kid gloves and mitts,
I could bear you tired or wrapped in bandage.
By luck I've captured in the looking glass
My sheer eyes chandelier like sparkling tears,
You've sidled softly through to brush and pass
Rough pain in my heart, heat pangs in my ears.
I thought such words as Paolo seems less pure,
Being widower would make lesser love endure.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 pure
o $10,000,000 core
o $10,000,000 essential
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